Josh Pearce after rain Josh Pearce gathers into puddles of slowsilver— mirrored-sky & the ground is full of holes, when fabricated reality is threadbare & looses tentacle tree roots & earthworms on our looking-glass dim ension we are strings of genes knotted into buttons fast ening together timing & chance cobwebs are the spidering cracks where glossybodied beetles flew fast into the end of the universe & fractured the glass that separates time from untime we unbutton and the world comes apart
“Silk Storm” by Gram Davies, 2010